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King David danced before the prize less box,

He danced and leaped,- the king was jubilant,-

The wind carressed his  linen dress  and locks,

And breathed above the Arc - the  Covenant. -



To be transferred in great solemnity

With songs of praise to where he'd pitched its tent,

The Arc of Covenant - the guarantee

of high election, firm and permanent.



Musicians played choice psalms while singers sang

Around the Arc as people moved along,

While harps and cymbals trilled and trumpets rang  

And worshippers, enthralled, broke out in song.



Firm contract with the Lord, - the  guarantee,

And certainty He would direct their lot.

As they recalled the great benignity  

And wondrous works performed for them by God.



But woe! the sacred treasure disappeared,

It vanished, lost to the Elected's sight.

Until at Nazareth a humble maid was reared,

The handmaid of the Lord and His delight.



In her He wished to dwell as tent and shrine,

The perfect tent, the one the Lord saw fit,

To shelter Him, in which He would recline

And slowly take on human flesh in it.







In her the content of the box  grew up,

The seed divine turned flesh within her womb,

To nourish mankind with enduring sap

That overcame the sting of death and tomb.



As mother of her cherished children, she

First taken up in flesh - flesh glorified,

Does teach her children the reality

Of  Father's love and power infinite.







Elizabeth Dandy

Feast of the Assumption BVM

Aug.15/04



*1 Chronicles 15:25